Smurf porn! Smurf porn! Smurf porn!

Yes, Smurf porn appears to be the flavour of the month. So let me shout it from the rooftops – SMURF PORN!

The thing is, the last time I mentioned Smurf porn (there, I’ve said it again!) in this blog the number of hits rose steeply to 194 in a day. It was drawn to my attention that if you Google ‘Smurf porn’ my previous blog entry appears on the first page of results. So basically I have been attracting people who have been surfing specifically for… well… Smurf porn. Here’s a tip, folks – if you Google ‘Marie Marshall poet’ you get most of my other web presence, but you also get a link to the site where I used to post erotic stories!

Alternatively you could stay with this blog, delve into the archive, find the humour, like my tale of the sea, my additions to Flann O’Brien’s Keats and Chapman canon, and my continuing diary from my teepee on the Sidlaw Hills where I live with Consuela (my Tejana maid). Then there are my anarchist rants you could sample. If that doesn’t do it for you, how about my continuing obsession with English folklore?

Still not convinced? Okay then here’s a promise: I will write some SMURF PORN for you! Yes, SMURF PORN!

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